Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

The spear was then about hitting Alana who was standing in front of me and I grabbed the blade before it could reach her. I groaned in pain as the balde sizzled against my skin. It was made from silver. I pushed the blade backwards and the pain that I was feeling on my skin from the silver increased. I then used my elbow to break spear before grabbing it and shoving it into the head of the dead warrior. Jumping into the air, I kicked the head of the dead warrior off the shoulder. The dead warrior then fell to the ground.

And then— It happened so fast I couldn’t process it. Augustine wrenched himself sideways, his hand flying to the wall where a ceremonial sword hung as a decoration. I heard the scrape of metal as it tore free from its mount. “Kayla!” Adrian shouted. I turned, eyes wide. The blade gleamed in the torchlight as he lunged. I didn’t even have time to move. The impact was blinding, an explosion of pain in my stomach. I gasped, my body jerking as the sword slid into me, deep, hot, final. My knees buckled. The world tilted.

He was about attacking her with a slap when it happened. A slick silver blade flew from an anonymous direction and directly slammed into Logan chest. Logan gripped his heart immediately, his eyes widening as he slowly went down to the ground. Silver blade and knives was their enemy and there was no way they could survive it Nad slowly, the hate claws of death captured him Into their abode.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

no one. Agony threw his head back and bellowed loudly. A faint word whispered through his mind...control...control, but he had no concept of what that word meant. All he had was his bloodlust, and the fire in his veins, a raging inferno that screamed for release that he would no longer deny. Jagged incisions rent down his arms and his face, dark red blood oozing from the wounds, his black T-shirt becoming wet and sticky from the hidden scores to his chest. His eyes pulsed crimson red...a swirling maelstrom that changed to silver, a split second before a shaft of pure energy burst forth and incinerated the fleeing female.

The blade gleamed silver in the morning light, its edge honed to razor sharpness. "No weapons for the accused," Moira declared. "Let her supernatural abilities serve as both shield and sword." Agatha smiled coldly, settling into a combat stance. "This is for my warriors who died because of your intelligence leaks, Bloodfang." She attacked without further warning, her blade whistling through the air toward my neck. Instinct took over, and I dove sideways, rolling across the packed earth as the sword carved through the space where my head had been. But Agatha was fast, spinning to follow my movement with a vicious backhand cut. This time I couldn't dodge completely the blade opened a line of f

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.